Nowhere near as impressive as some people's posts here, and also not the best photo - you can't really see the scarred/rotting flesh on my face and neck. At the time I thought I'd overdone the gore, but as this pic proves, you can't have too much fake blood. Anyway, yes, indie rock zombie. I was DJing at a bar in North London, along with a gravedigger and the Joker. Pretty good turnout of punters in fancy dress too.

ahh real girls I remember those - they reel you in with being nice, make you emigrate by telling you how much they love you, and then crush your heart like a small squishy thing so they can go off and concentrate on science.

Had to show some love and props for my boyfriend, who crafted a lovely devilbird mask for me to don the 31st. He also did his friends "suicide" make-up, as well as his own "diseased/avian flu ridden self" See below:

(last pic credit to Citizen-Times.com, from the Unknown Hinson show in Asheville)